Lyrics

It’s Time to slide,
If I’m dying inside,
It's only because I’m tired of trying.
It's true.
I’m completely exhausted.
And That's just being honest.
I got fucking problems.
and y’all know this.
All the way down to the bottom.
Problems Worse than a locksmith.
Or a plumber dealing wit a leaky faucet.
Like a real handyman, I’m
already on it.
my Psychiatrist
This bitch,
Has a different opinion,
I told her I was a monster,
And that I think I'm toxic,
I talk to her,
about all my gossip,
Because I know that she dont care,
I mean,
How could anyone care,
jotting down my life,
from their comfy chair,
I'm fine!
other than,
Well,
im pretty sure I’m toxic.
Still,
I thought I was the one,
But I wasn't,
You know?
I've got a God complex bro,
When I start to feel like I am,
Not quite sure,
What it's all for,
I just hit the door,
and im gone,
and Every single time it is on,
Sorry mom,
I won't be back home,
until a quarter past 4,
in the morning,
most yall motherfuckers still snoring,
Outside it's raining,
straight pouring,
I be outside,
because thats where the war is,
I still got a few things that Need sorting,
And of course I support abortion.
And these Jordans?
You ain't affording,
You Ain't Affording these Jordans,
I be wearing them up in the courtroom,
Like I'm so important,
And when I'm recording,
Im on that presidential,
Not that subordinate
Straight Rotten to the core,
I don’t even know,
what I have in store,
Some of y'all already know,
Just how that goes,
I made this mess on my own,
Thinking back like,
what have I done,
I should've stayed my ass home,
Not go grab my gun,
Still, I grab my Chrome
Just because I hate being alone
My feelings are all but gone torn.
If only you had picked up the phone
Why did you go? Why did you go?
Baby you know,
You can’t tell me anything,
because I don't do what im told,
not because I think it's fun,
It’s because I’m too old,
Even if you raised a gun,
You can’t shake my soul,
I pay Attention,
to the smallest detail,
And I can tell,
That gun is bone-cold,
Have you ever killed,
anyone before?
The answer is No,
That's what I thought,
I'm From the bay,
so I rarely get caught,
you didn’t Even Consider,
Where this white boy is from,
Or if I had a gun,
Or if I’m on the run,
that should’ve been,
your very first question,
When I start to feel like I am,
so I sport them them bitches,
I'm a G like Warren is,
Warren G?
He's not,
no… is he?
referencing a B list
celebrity,
from the mid 90s,
R&B,
how L. A. M. E.,
can you be,
huh D?
That's what they're asking me,
I live in a fantasy
I took a look,
at my fucked up family history,
then I took a look inside of me,
and what did i see,
I found my heart.
H. E. A. R. T.